Text-book of Poetry: From Wordsworth, Coleridge, Burns, Beattie, Goldsmith, and Thomson. With Sketches of the Authors' Lives, Notes, and Glossaries. For Use in Schools and Classes
Ginn Brothers, 1880 - 111 стор.
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beauty beneath breath bright child clouds course dark dear death deep delight dream Earth face fair faith fancy fear feel fields flowers forms give grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human land leave less light live look mind morning mountains move Nature never night notes o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poem poet poor pure reason rest rise rocks round seen sense shade side sight silent sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit Spring stand stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought trees truth turn vale voice wandering wild wind woods Wordsworth youth
Сторінка 87 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Сторінка 233 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 181 - L'OUVERTURE. TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men ! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless den ; — O miserable Chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ? Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen Thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common...
Сторінка 235 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Сторінка 183 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Сторінка 87 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Сторінка 540 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in' Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs...
Сторінка 238 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 491 - First Voice. But tell me, tell me, speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the ocean doing ? Second Voice. Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the moon is cast — If he may know which way to go, For she guides him smooth or grim. See,, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Сторінка 487 - The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.